Lord Protector Novel

Lacey was curious when she heard Lilith’s words.

I look just like who?

Suddenly, Lilith turned on the TV.

“Our present is almost here.”

“Once you receive our priceless gift, it’s still not too late to commence with the wedding.”

Meanwhile, Lacey and the others were bewildered.

What are they trying to do?

The TV was currently broadcasting the National Day celebrations.

As the parade hadn’t begun, the TV was showcasing all the VIPs walking the red carpet.

There was the Commander-in-chief of Glasbury, various leaders of vassal states, and the veteran soldiers’ representative.

The scene on the TV was filled with excitement in contrast to the somber mood around Lacey.

Suddenly, the TV host began to shout, “The Great Marshal, it’s the Great Marshal’s car.”

“He is finally here.”

“Let us now bring your attention to the Great Marshal’s arrival.”

The passion within the crowd intensified as cheers erupted like waves.

Once the Great Marshal’s car door opened, a tall and well-built man alighted.

He had a commanding presence as if he ruled over everyone. There was an intensity in his gaze that brought with it a certain aloofness.

Known as the nation’s pillar, his appearance lived up to his name.

However, he was wearing a mask that only exposed his eyes and forehead.

Even so, his mysterious charm had attracted the infatuation of thousands of female fans.

Meanwhile, Lacey’s attention was fixated on the Great Marshal.

Although he wore a mask, she could recognize the similarities in his figure, presence, and eyes with those of Zeke’s.

If not for the fact that Zeke was dead, she would have sworn the Great Marshal was Zeke himself.

It was surprising to her that there were actually two people who looked so similar.

Meanwhile, Nancy and Dawn exchange shocked glances.

Both of them knew that Zeke was the Great Marshal.

Now that the Great Marshal had appeared, it meant that Zeke was alive!

However, both of them didn’t blow his cover as they understood Zeke must have his reasons for pretending to be dead.

At that moment, Esme gulped as she carefully asked, “Mrs. Thisleton, Zeke and the Great Marshal seem to bear some resemblance to each other.”

“Do you think that b****** is actually...”

Her suspicions began to grow.

Mrs. Thisleton sneered, “Your eyesight must be failing.”

“Are you insulting the Great Marshal?”

Esme shook her head vehemently, “No, No, I don’t mean that.”

Mrs. Thisleton explained, “I’ve met the Great Marshal before and we discussed both current affairs and history.”

“Although there’s some resemblance in their eyes, Zeke’s features and those of the Great Marshal differ greatly.”

Hearing that, Esme heaved a sigh of relief.